Ode to Delphi

            It has been less than a week since I moved out of my townhouse, and I have to say I miss my roommates already. I thought it might be a nice ode to our THV—nicknamed "Delphi" by our friend Isy, who is convinced my roommate Sam has the answers to all life's questions—to end the year with a recap of a few of Delphi's finer moments:

·         KE$HA.  What better way to begin the year and kick off roommate bonding than by teasing the living daylights out of your hair, covering yourselves (and your new townhouse) with glitter, and going to a Ke$ha concert? 

·         World Series. Check out the Cardinal Crazy post (http://allisonbody.blogspot.com/2011/10/cardinal-crazy-i-guess-if-theres-one.html) for the full story on this one, but suffice to say we have some extreme sports fans in the house—just ask Emma when the last time she washed her “Lucky Blues Shirt” was.

·         Brunch.  One Saturday during the fall we decided that since we were all at home we should cook a big brunch…this turned into a multiple hour project and more of a feast, so it is questionable whether you can still call our 3:00 pm smorgasbord a “brunch.”  We cooked about every breakfast item we could come up with—eggs, French toast, biscuits and gravy (it is also up for debate whether you could call my floury sludge “gravy”).

(from the left around the table: Emma, Kara, Anne, Liz, me, and Sam is taking the picture)



·         Cleaning.  The cleaning got less and less frequent as the year went on (sorry, Anne), but we had a couple of good Friday afternoon sprees that included singing “Calling Baton Rouge” at the top of our lungs and often devolved into something like this:

·         Nontraditional Holidays.  Sam and I somehow got into the habit of celebrating nontraditional holidays (see our All Saints Day extravaganza - http://allisonbody.blogspot.com/2011/11/lost-causes-st.html).  So naturally, I was very insistent that we could not let Leap Day pass us by—a whole extra day in the year!  We had to make it count.  The only logical solution was to drag another armchair into the dining room (yes, for some reason we already had one armchair permanently in the kitchen), make snacks, and watch as many episodes of Grey’s Anatomy as we could before feeling guilty about neglecting homework.

·         Typical Chaos.  There was always something going on in our house.  We are loud, we like to laugh, and we like to be goofy.  I went an entire month brushing my teeth with toothpaste loaded with Oragel, courtesy of Sam and Kara.  My entire house had me convinced I was a crazy hypochondriac when I would burst into people’s rooms insisting my toothpaste was making my mouth numb. I bought new toothpaste twice, replaced my toothbrush, and was on the verge of either believing them or scheduling a dentist appointment when Sam ‘fessed up.  And then there are the spontaneous moments, like fighting over who is going to cook two questionable cubes of Velveta: 

·         Cinco de Mayo.  To commemorate the end of our year we went to Jalapenos—the best little Mexican restaurant in the area—and ate more chips and dip than I care to admit.  We finished the night with roommate bonding at our house…sitting on the floor playing games because we had moved out all the furniture.

Lizzy, Kara, Sam, Emma, Anne – thanks for a great year at the Rock.  I swear the best part of college is the roommates.